Dove sorge piacevole (Hippolito Sabino)

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  • (Posted 2018-02-02)   CPDL #48649:         
Editor: Wim Looyestijn (submitted 2018-02-02).   Score information: A4, 9 pages, 100 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: This madrigal is part 2 from "Il Trionfo di Dori", a series of 29 madrigals by various composers and poets, all ending with the exclamation "Viva la bella Dori". English translation adopted from Tactus. Dutch translation by editor. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.

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Title: Dove sorge piacevole
Composer: Hippolito Sabino
Lyricist: Francesco Bozza Cavaliercreate page

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1592 in Il Trionfo di Dori, no. 2.

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

 Dove sorge piacevole,
Sebeto e dilettevole,
V’è un bel ricetto ch’alte
Piant’adombrano,
E da cor mesti ogni gran noia sgombrano,
Quivi lieta sedea fra l’herbe tenere.
Gente amica di Venere,
Ch’in quest’ accenti allegri a voce varia,
Facea risonar l’aria,
Cantiam ninfe e pastori,
Viva la bella Dori.

English.png English translation

 Where the Sebethos rises
pleasantly and delightfully,
there is a wonderful sanctuary
shaded by tall trees,
which banish every dull care from woeful hearts.
Here among the tender plants
happily sat the friends of Venus,
who in these happy verses in various voices
made the air resound.
Let us sing, nymphs and shepherds:
“Long live fair Dori!”.

Dutch.png Dutch translation

Waar de Sebeto aangenaam
en verrukkelijk ontspringt,
daar is een mooie schutplaats
in de schaduw van hoge bomen,
waar alle hartepijn verdwijnt.
Hier zaten, tussen het tere gewas,
de gelukkige vrienden van Venus,
die in luchtige klanken met alle stemmen
de lucht lieten weerschallen:
"Laat ons zingen, nimfen en herders,
Lang leve de schone Dori!"